More than one cautious mother gave me strange looks, and pulled their child a little closer for protection. I wrote new books at a furious rate, even ...itling one of them 'The Princess of Fire', hoping that maybe my fame would find Mrs. Ball, and maybe ... maybe, she would reach out to me. If she could at least let me know that she was all right, and that my child was also all right, then perhaps I would be able to sleep peacefully again.Another eleven years went by, faster than I would have. She wears, for me, a little too much make-up, more in keeping with my image of a starlet of the movies. But what an exquisite beauty, the features expressionless until, having studied her twin image in the mirror, she smiles revealing too, too perfect teeth. Suddenly I feel the blood rush to my imperfect cheeks, I am a voyeur who has been discovered. The eyes in the looking glass are fixed on me, and I am fixed to this spot by them. Desperately I try to drag my admiring eyes from her, but like. They slide over her bottom. She brings her knees up to her chest as the panties travel down the thighs to the knees.Through the window we see our car start down the road to the mall. First the left foot is removed, then the right. I take the little piece of cotton, I could have guessed, her bunny print panties, and put them in the right pocket of my robe. I don't want them getting lost in my chair.I'm really getting hot now. We don't have any neighbors near by, so I pull the afghan off us and. Is this Carol?" What does my bum husband want? Did he have to give the phone to you?" Uhh... is it true that you are gonna be gone for good?" Yeah. Maybe I will send him the papers in the next two weeks or so." Dang." I'm sorry you are in the middle of this." It's... kinda okay."I then left the room making sure he wouldn't hear what I was going to say to him next."Umm. Carol. One question." Yeah?" Is he drunk? Can you tell?" Nah I think he is just in his pre-drunk phase. The sound of his voice.